Sunday, October 08, 2006

PEACE

Peace is a moment after pain.Peace is the freshness after rain.Peace is the quiet, after wind.Peace is the garment where hope is pinned.There is peace in a memory, peace in beauty,a wry kind of peace in unpleasant duty.Peace is the look in a baby's face.Peace is the breath at the end of the race.Personal peace is a fragmented thingas fleeting and pure as birdsong in springthe edge between worry and striving once morea landing, a ledge... a wide open door!

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I treasure every moment and know that it can never be replicated ... I treasure each and every day as a blessing ... I treasure my family and friends ... I treasure my sweet furry kids that add joy to my days ... I treasure everything!